A Month of Haikus

A new month begins,
pandemia continues,
I long for an end.

Writer’s block struggles,
so I puzzle with haikus
for poetry month.

What has been unmasked?
Each day brings new surprises
and unwelcome truths.

Disobedient
dreams haunt my subconscious. I
can’t escape COVID.

A month of haikus,
finger counting syllables,
what will mark days now?

Trisha K. Paul
Resident